Rumor I heard | Poem

Rumor you build on the sandy castle ,
Is no where near to my pure morals ,
Say , whatever you might want to , on my back ,
I 'll keep on adorning my truth on my face .

A request , I would make , to tame your image ,
Say not , what you know not about ,
Speak not , what you need not to , 
Still , if you need to continue , speak in front .

Try not to be the coward , in your blood ,
Try not to disgrace the parents you had/have ,
For , a coward can never be a warrior ,
And , my blood speaks of honesty you never have ,
Of honesty , you can never digest .

- Bharath R Rao 

If | Poem

Likhta rahun is qadar | When I do keep writing this way  ,
Toh bas ek hi darr satata hai | A fear contaminates my thought and instill a fear more ,
Kahin is kalam ki siahi na khatam hojaye  | That , may not I pause ever  , may not I cease to breath in the middle .

Chahata rahun is qadar kisi ko | When I keep affection for someone so dear ,
Toh bhi bs ek hi darr satata hai | Again a fear re-traces and surfaces so tight that ,
Kahin ruk na jaye is ragon main khoon |I fear , may not my nerves go pale , may not blood ever drain ,
Kahin mohabbat na kamm pad jaye | And , may my love ever fade .

Chate chalte us or | Walking towards that pole ,
Firse ek darr satata hai | A fear makes a comeback and forces me ,
Kahin manzil ka kinara na ajaye | To worry about whereabouts if I reach my destiny ,
Mushkil se yeh zindigi chuni thi | For , with not much ease , I chose this life ,
Kahin dusri manzil chunte chunte | And now changing over to something else , at this point ,
Yeh zindigi na khatam hojaye | Might cost my age , that has not left much to breathe .

Jeete jee , bas ek hi dua krta hun | As long as I live , I keep on praying this ,
Jeete jee har pal jiyun is qadar | As long as I live this way ,
Ki koi kami zyatti na bann jaye | May not any shortcomings become an ache for me ,
Kisi khushi ki kami na reh jaye | May not any moment to cherish become a shortcoming for me
Siaahi , Khoon , Mohabbatt aur Zindigi ka meheka lehraye | May my breath , nerves , love and life lead a healthy spree

- Bharath R Rao

Promise she made | Poem

He was touched today , once again , 
Why did it happen today ?

Days ago , she poured  some rain ,
Swollen eyes , showed her pain ,
What good friend , would take it alone ?
What good friend , would bear it alone ?

He took a promise , he made her swear ,
Promise , that you would rain never ,
Promise , you would smile for ever , 
Promise you would , share your worries ,
We , 'll tackle with not much worries .

That promise , spelled magic today ,
She said , and continued ,
I would not cry , since you wont allow me to ,
I would rather be with HIM , and let me stay ,
Off these tears , HE would render me peace at HIS bay ,
The almighty he is , would drain me till I begin to smile again .

He was touched today , once again ,
After so many days , 
Trust me , for I am the eye witness !

- Bharath R Rao

Apology and Reply

” Apology and Reply “

I was in a good mood then , and something happened just after that text ,
What was it  ? How bad can it be ? How worse it , could have had been ?
My friend , did think about all of it ;
I made a sneaky escape then ,
I spoke not much after that , I resisted my hate for a while then ,
Hate , for the past incident ,
For , that I cherish not meanwhile , and wont ever in the future ever .
What exactly was it ? What is this all about ? Enough of curiosity , it is .

Once upon a time , like many great stories , this was woven too ,
I was in a my high school , riding high on smiles , with few junks nearby ,
Like every success story has a black sheep puking onto it , I had one such too ,
 Day went like horses , but junk kept rusting even worse , 
I could bear that least then , when I thought to put a stop to that rust ,
The junk , poured some onto me , I held it away , off me ,
Then came even more of it , I couldn’t stand still ,
I spoke , for my respect , under my will ,
I said , that I should not have had otherwise ,
But , it was justified , for that moment , that was not very wise .

I wished not to hear it ever again , but time did bring me there again ,
A good friend , did poke a fun , she was unaware of ,
The rust came back again , and so did the whole picture along ,
I was taken back , for a “while” , 
That “while” grew a bit more long and grew into hours of tension and worries ,
My friend felt sorry for her words , and I felt sorry too .

She knew not what she spoke , I knew she didn’t mean to ,
She deserved an apology , she deserved her time to smile , I guess ,
That moment , shook her that bad , that she forgot anything she had ,
She missed her meeting with the Lord , 
She missed to smile , for very long , for a reason I gave her ,
I am sorry for all of it , I said in mere words I could ,
I did my best to set things on the roll , back again .

A good friend is a good friend , she accepted the apology ,
And made her reply shine brighter than mine ,
She accepted all of it very gently and warm heart ,
We were back on the jolly ride , fun and off the rusty scene ,
Near the coast of joy , closer to relief .

What really are best friends for ? This is it , this is it 

 - Bharath R

Happy Birthday Shah Rukh Khan aka SRK

While the the entire world is busy trending #HappyBirthdaySRK on #twitter , I as a fan and in person made this #handwritten birthday wish on the account of a legendary birthday of  Shahrukh Khan | Shah Rukh Khan | SRK , however you may feel to read it as :)